Description
From Chapter 58, “The Day,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act II: Soul to Soul.
Though only in Aaron’s dream has he ever touched Belle’s face her singing: “His hands on my face feel strangely right," tells us that Aaron's love for her is starting to register deep within. Aaron’s telling of the dream was so powerfully real she found herself in the dream, measuring the impact of Aaron's love. It explores the delicate space between fear and trust, showing that true connection can grow in silence and feel like taking a deep breath. It reminds us that sometimes the most profound strength is found in simply allowing ourselves to see us as another see us in the power of their love for us.
Lyrics
In his dream I said yes without a sound,
Like my heart already knew where it was found.
I woke up wondering what that means,
When courage only lives inside my dreams.
It’s not the closeness that unsettles me,
It’s what the quiet says so honestly.
No noise to save me, no place to hide,
Just truth tapping softly from inside.
Because silence tells you things you can’t outrun,
It asks you questions you’ve never won.
What if the fear isn’t him or what you hear,
But trusting myself to let him come near?
He hasn’t spoken since we got inside,
He doesn’t need to, his eyes decide.
No games, no doubt, no shifting ground,
He just knows… our love has been found.
He isn’t making a single sound,
He’s just showing, love has been found.
I’ve been right before when love walked out,
Learned my lessons, justified my doubt.
But he sees me clearly without demand,
How did he come to clearly understand
What scares me most isn’t that he’ll leave,
It’s what happens if he means what he believes.
If he stays true and doesn’t go,
Then all my walls will no longer hold.
His hands on my face feel strangely right,
Like they are what points me toward the light
I should pull back, I don’t know why,
I’m still right here, meeting his eyes.
What if this isn’t a sinical scam,
What if it’s something no man could plan.
What if true love just… stays this way,
With nothing asked, nothing else at play.
If that’s the truth I’m standing near,
Then maybe I’m the thing I fear.
Maybe I’ve been guarding pain so long,
I forgot how to know when it’s gone.
He’s still holding the space for me,
Not pushing… just waiting quietly.
The car slows down, he asks, “You ready?”
I should say no—at least say maybe.
But my head dips before I decide,
And suddenly his hand’s guiding mine.
Each step feels heavy, like borrowed time,
A memory forming before its time.
I’m not shaking now—I didn’t see,
When holding my breath stopped owning me.
This isn’t a dream dressed up in light,
It’s a future standing in real-life night.
Hard days, sharp edges, truth exposed,
And somehow… that’s what I want most.
I haven’t said yes—not out loud, not yet,
But something in me has started to bend.
Not all at once, not rushing through,
Just quiet light breaking something new.
Maybe hope isn’t a setup to fall,
Maybe it’s God speaking low, not loud at all.
So when the time comes to choose what’s real,
Maybe I’ll remember how good yes feels.
